The Courtyard House: Xu Damao's Aunt is the Queen of Women

Upon hearing Director Wang's words, Sha Zhu's blood pressure soared, his chest felt like it was being torn apart, his swollen, purplish face turned bright red, and with a "poof," he spat out another mouthful of blood.

He staggered back two steps, and Qin Huairu quickly reached out to support him.

You know what, after spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, he felt much lighter and more comfortable.

The onlookers were full of praise for He Daqing's actions, and they all gave him a thumbs up!

He Daqing is indeed a seasoned veteran and a shrewd man; this arrangement is extremely wise.

Give He Yushui everything you can. When you get out of prison, won't He Yushui take care of you in your old age?

Conversely, if the money were given to Sha Zhu, let alone his retirement, it would be questionable whether he could even keep his house.

Liu Hao also greatly admired He Daqing.

What does it mean to be clear-headed in the world? This is what it means to be clear-headed in the world!

Sha Zhu, enraged, cursed, "Fuck your mother He Daqing! I bought my own workstation, what's it to him?"

Kong Chenghui shook his head and sneered, "That's your problem. Who told you to be so stupid as to believe Yi Zhonghai's nonsense?"

"You can sue Yi Zhonghai in court and make him compensate you for your losses."

After saying that, Kong Chenghui added, "By the way, it would be best to go today and extend the sentence for that scumbag Yi Zhonghai!"

Upon hearing this, Li Meihua immediately knelt down before Sha Zhu, pleading, "Zhu Zi, I'll pay you back, four hundred yuan, I'll give it to you, please, for my sake, don't go and sue Zhong Hai! I beg you!"

Qin Huairu tugged at Sha Zhu, signaling him not to pursue the matter further.

What else could Sha Zhu say? Sister Qin has already spoken, so of course she's forgiving Yi Zhonghai.

"With interest, the loss is five hundred!"

Li Meihua looked distressed; she almost had another heart attack.

The family has 14,000 yuan in savings, and half of it will be lost today. Yi Zhonghai has been sentenced to prison, and the steel mill will definitely take back the house. What will she do then?

Or... should I just leave?

She promptly nipped the thought in the bud.

Because she knew Yi Zhonghai too well, she knew that if Yi dared to run away with the money, he would definitely expose the affair and drag her down with him.

"Okay, I'll go to the bank and get it for you in a bit!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Jia Zhangshi jumped out and said matter-of-factly, "Li Meihua, Yi Zhonghai promised to give my family two hundred yuan every year, so give it to him today as well."

Li Meihua's face was gloomy, and she felt utterly disgusted with this greedy shrew.

"China Overseas didn't tell me!"

Madam Jia was furious and was about to start cursing.

"I……"

Kong Chenghui asked, "Jia Zhangshi, are you trying to extort money from me?"

"..."

Startled, Jia Zhangshi retorted defiantly, "Yi Zhonghai did say he would give me money!"

Kong Chenghui nodded: "Yes, after Yi Zhonghai is sentenced and sent to the farm to serve his sentence, you and Li Meihua should go to visit him and have Yi Zhonghai ask Li Meihua to give you the money in person."

"..."

Jia Zhangshi suddenly opened her mouth wide, looking exactly like a toad that had been stepped on.

Yi Zhonghai is going to jail, I heard it'll be at least seven years. Will he still give the Jia family money?

Ye Juan chuckled and teased, "Jia Zhangshi, if Yi Zhonghai doesn't give you money, just use your best trick—throw a tantrum!"

Jia Zhangshi shut her mouth, glared fiercely at Ye Juan, and dared not curse.

She was terrified of Ye Juan's beating last time; that little hussy really knows how to hit hard! These past few nights, she's been in so much pain that she needs painkillers to fall asleep.

More than ten minutes later, He Yushui finished reading the letter, her eyes swollen from crying, and handed the letter to Kong Chenghui.

These letters are evidence. Once the court has made its judgment, the money will be returned to He Yushui.

Kong Chenghui took Li Meihua away to the bank to withdraw money.

Director Wang didn't leave; he supervised Sha Zhu as he moved out of the main house!

As for where to move, she didn't care.

With a long face and cursing, Sha Zhu began moving, taking all his belongings to the only surviving room in the Jia family's house.

Jia Zhangshi did not cause any trouble because Sha Zhu still had some value to him.

Li Meihua is about to give Sha Zhu five hundred yuan. She'll have to rely on Sha Zhu to earn money to support the Jia family in the future, so she has to be nice to him. Otherwise, if Sha Zhu quits, she'll be at a huge loss.

Liu Haizhong was so excited that his whole body trembled. After so many years in politics and being suppressed by Yi Zhonghai, he had finally made it!

He stepped forward with his head held high and said righteously, "Director Wang, fellow neighbors, this position of the steward cannot be left vacant."

"I, Liu Haizhong, am the second uncle. I am an upright and selfless man, and a level seven forging worker in the factory. I have a solid political background and strong ideology, unlike Yi Zhonghai, who is full of selfish motives and schemes! If I were to be the first uncle, I would guarantee to treat everyone fairly and impartially, never showing favoritism or engaging in any corrupt practices. Everything would be done according to the rules, so that everyone in our No. 95 compound could stand tall with their backs..."

As everyone listened to Liu Haizhong's self-praise, they all wore expressions like old people looking at their phones on the subway.

Director Wang glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Speaking of the 'housekeeper' system, today, in front of all the residents of No. 95 Courtyard, I, on behalf of the Jiaodaokou People's Commune, announce one thing: effective immediately, the 'housekeeper' system for No. 95 Courtyard is completely abolished!"

"The system of 'stewards' was officially abolished in 1958, but the pressure on grassroots management was too great, so we had no choice but to continue to have 'stewards' assist in management."

"But Yi Zhonghai, as the head of the management, doesn't think about helping his neighbors or upholding justice. Instead, he intercepts the letters and money that He Daqing sent to He Yushui, abusing his position for personal gain. This has long violated the original intention of establishing the management system!"

"From now on, any disputes in the backyard, whether they are family matters or trivial issues in public areas, should be reported directly to the subdistrict office for handling!"

"The new society emphasizes equality for all and will not tolerate anyone abusing their power or influence!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Liu Haizhong was dumbfounded. Yan Fugui, who was looking forward to being promoted and becoming the second uncle, was also stunned.

Should we just abolish the position of the magistrate?

"Hey! Director Wang! Director Wang, wait a minute!"

Liu Haizhong was so anxious that he jumped up and down, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

"Why did you just abolish the 'manager' system? Yi Zhonghai is just unscrupulous; you can't condemn everyone just because of one bad apple. Look at me, Liu Haizhong, I've been in this place for years, always law-abiding and with high moral character..."

Director Wang said coldly, "Don't flatter yourself, there's no room for negotiation on this!"

With a droopy face, Liu Haizhong felt a chill run down his spine.

God is blind! Absolutely blind!

Why should I be implicated when that old bastard Yi Zhonghai commits crimes?

In terms of awareness and seniority, how am I not better than others?

With my boundless talent and strategic vision, and my extraordinary political abilities, who in the entire Nanluoguxiang and Dongcheng District can compare to me?

Being a manager was just the first step in realizing my ambitions. I thought I could take this opportunity to rise through the ranks and show everyone what I was capable of. But in the end, it all came to naught!

Having so many skills, yet unable to find a discerning patron, I'm stuck in this tiny courtyard at number 95, being mocked and humiliated by a bunch of ordinary people. It's so frustrating! I'm dying of frustration!

If Heaven hadn't given birth to Liu Haizhong, the halls of Chinese civilization would have been without pillars!